Room 147

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*Her door is open so students may come to her for assistance. Unless said student is a vampire, then the student must ask first before entering.*

*Yes, that is the feared physics/biology/geology teacher sitting in the middle of her floor, painting her toenails. There is a girl beneath that exterior somewhere.*

[ooc: Here for about an hour or so, then slowtime after that.]

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One moment it seems as though the view from the doorway is that of random students passing by. Blink, and the hallway is empty save for Angelus. He is dressed entirely in black, including the leather pants and the long trenchcoat. His hands are in his coat pockets. Though he is framed by the doorway, he is standing on the opposite side of the hall.

"Hey, teach."

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Angelus.

*Her tone is level, but it is not inviting. He is not welcome in her apartment.*

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Angelus stays right where he is. His eyes move, taking in the view of all the extra precautions Sara has put up around her room.

"Love the decorations," he said.

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I'm sure you do.

*Red is a lovely color for her, don't you think?*

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"My recommendation?" Angelus asked, "stations of the cross. Love those. Especially number seven. I like the funny ones."

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I'm not an observant Catholic.

*He is amusing her. The Strip Strangler didn't bother her. What makes him think he will?*

Caused undue mental anguish to anyone lately? *Such a pretty smile.*

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Angelus pushes away from the wall. He comes forward, but only to the middle of the hallway. "You know me, teach. I hate to cause anguish. Not even to some one who gave me real good reason."

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And I hate dealing with souless bastards, but we can't always do what we want, can we? Your detention stands. And you might want to work on your menancing stance.

I'm sure Bruce Wayne'd be willing to trade tips.

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"Did I ask about detention?" Angelus looked around, as though perhaps someone behind him had asked on his behalf. "Nope. I'm just stopping by. Saying hello. Wanted to make it nice and clear that there's no hard feelings between us. I respect you. I respect your job. It's a real shame we got off on a bad foot."

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And I thank you for your courtesy. Good night, Angelus.

*a very hard smile*

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"Sorry," he matched her smile for smile. "Didn't mean to keep you up at night."

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Don't flatter yourself.

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"See?" Angelus laughed. "You're funny. I like that. Oh sure, the guys in the locker room said you were a delusional witch in raging need of a Sarafem prescription but I said hey: Not true. Ms. Sidle? She's funny."

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According to some of the cops in Vegas, I was a lesbian with a vigilante thing going for wifebeaters. I've heard worse. *Rather unimpressed.*

*Much more firmly* Good night, Angelus. *Translation = Get out of my sight before I accidently lob garlic at you.*

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"Hey, you may have given up hope of anyone thinking much of you, but I'll still defend your honor," Angelus took another step forward, meeting her eye to eye. "And, just to be clear, Ms. Sidle: I absolutely, positively, swear that I'm not going to kill you."

He took a step back. "Night."

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You're assuming I care what people think of me, Angelus. Never assume. It leads to very dangerous situations.

*Wouldn't trust him as far as she could throw his severed head.*

*Closes the door. The crucifix will never come off after this point.*

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*Whistles a children's lullabye as he walks away.*